This topic touched a nerve, but I haven't had time to add my own post. My Mr. Magic was my perfect angel. I was showered with love and affection and many many head butts for thirteen years and I lost him to cancer.

He was a stray that wandered into the yard and he was determined to live with me and when he realized that he could, I think he was so grateful that he just was very quiet and good. When he received his collar with his name tag on it, he stood there as quiet as could be when I put it on him. I swear that he strutted around after that - he was so proud of it.

His little sister "Patches" was always up to something and she was a naughty cat. Magic used to go up to her and swat her gently as if to say "BEHAVE."

I have always loved my kitties dearly, but Magic stole my heart.